Chapter 853: Jianghu(51)

Luo Xi stared at the black coffin, and the corners of her lips were barely raised, as if she smiled twice, grievance flashed in her eyes, and finally turned into a touch of cruelty.
She stood up, picked up the hem of the plain white skirt, and ran into the coffin, unwilling to sound with a desperate voice.
"Brother Liu, Xi'er is here to accompany you..."
His forehead hit it hard.
The blood shed.
Die in love.
Although Luo Xi was pampered, she was really infatuated with Liu Feng. Now that Liu Feng is dead, she did not hesitate to follow him. Just now, there was really no room left.
Luo Xi went with the determination to die.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Meng Piaopiao shook his body and almost fell down.
The mourning hall was in chaos.
...
If Qi Shen knew that Meng Piaopiao wanted to deal with him, he wouldn't be concerned at all.
Over the years, his enemies are innumerable, so who can really kill him? He is invulnerable to all poisons, and his martial arts have reached the pinnacle, and ordinary weapons can't hurt him.
It's no exaggeration to say that if Qi Chen didn't catch him with his hands, no one in this world could help him.
...
There was chaos on Liu Feng's side, and Fu Yue's side was in another situation.
Inside the inn room.
Ji Qinglin held a thin object in his hand. After chasing Fu Yue for two laps, he stopped, a look of helplessness across his face.
"Come here and trust me."
Fu Yue hid back and shook his head: "No."
This person didn't know which of the tendons was wrong, so he bought a box of Luozidai and brought it over, saying that he was going to thrush her eyebrows.
Fu Yue: "..."
At the time she almost thought she had heard it wrong.
Ji Qing came to Fu Yue's face, clasped her wrist with one hand, deceived her body, and rubbed Fu Yue's side face with the tall bridge of her nose, looking a little soft.
"Youyou, promise me..."
Acting like a baby, Chi Guoguo's acting like a baby.
Ever since Fu Yue acquiesced to the so-called fiancee that Ji Qinglin said that day, this person seemed to have opened up the six channels of Ren Du, turned on the mad flirt mode, and came to flirt Fu Yue from time to time.
Fu Yue tried to persuade Ji Qinglin, but sighed helplessly: "What's so fun about Thrush? Good, let's practice sword."
The red swordsman Ying Ting raised his eyebrows, a smile appeared on this beautiful and delicate face, and his thin lips opened.
"Practicing swords? How can practicing swords compare to it. I am happy to write for the girl's boudoir."
Ji Qinglin's voice is full of youthfulness, and it is slightly lowered at this time, making it even more attractive to low magnetism.
The temperament on his body is too pure, even if the lady is called frivolously, it doesn't make people feel reckless, but makes people can't help but feel red.
Fu Yue: "...Mother, lady?"
The swordsman in red smiled with crooked eyebrows, eyes like stars.
"Anyway, you will be my wife sooner or later, what happened to me calling two days in advance?"
Fu Yue: "...no barking."
Ji Qinglin: "Lady, lady, lady, lady--"
In the end, this eyebrow was not painted.
The red swordsman put the eyebrow pencil in his hand on the table, hugged the beloved girl in front of him, pressed her down, slender fingers clasped her back of the head, and kissed her.
Affectionate.
...
"Miss, if one day you find that I lied to you, would you be angry?"
Wait until the time is strong.
The swordsman in red stuck to Fu Yue's ear, and asked a low voice, his tone was somewhat cautious and imperceptible temptation.